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Log: Complete

When; Forward dated to the memory theater curse!
Rating; R? Griffin swears a lot, and there's knock-down, drag-out fighting.
Characters; David Rice

jumpscar, Griffin O'Conner

makesacrifices
Summary; The memory curse reveals that David left Roland alive and well and Griffin is totally pissed. Ahem.
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It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Griffin was seeing red. He'd had his reservations about watching David's memories (as he expected they might just be some sob story about his shitty childhood or something) but it turns out - they definitely weren't.

Roland was a fucking army in himself. Griffin had followed him for 10 years, 10 long as hell years of his life, and every time he managed to corner the asshole he ended up being the one escaping by the skin of his teeth. The guy couldn't just fight, he was also efficient and meticulous. He didn't make mistakes. He didn't even almost make mistakes, except by banking on the fact that David couldn't jump a building (not that Griffin could fault him for that assumption.)

Griffin would have given a freaking arm right off his body to get the same chance that David had. The chance that David had and pissed away. Why? To prove some bullshit point?

Fuck, he-- he even would have taken the chance he'd made for himself by trapping Roland back at David's bimbo's house, but the asshole didn't even give him that. Stuck him in Chechnya instead.

Griffin ditched his device (chucked it, actually) and only resisted the urge to bring along his trusty hunting knife because he figured it would be much more satisfying to strangle David with his bare hands. He should have known that when the bastard said he'd "taken care of Roland" that he really meant "left him well and alive probably with a working cell phone and a map back out."

Pissed him off. Especially after he actually did try to get David to keep his head down and lay low. Knew he wasn't cut out for doing what he needed to do to keep from getting killed fast as a Jumper. Knew for sure he wasn't since he was pinned to the ceiling of the lair and asking "why me" instead of just being angry.

Griffin had enough anger for the both of them. He jumped straight into David's apartment, betting he'd be hiding there after his little act of charity became public. He jumped near a wall (didn't want his back exposed when he was obviously there to start a fight) and glared wildly about the room. "Where are you, you piece of shit?"

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"Right, because m'sure your girlfriend knows as much about keepin' her head low's you do." He gave her a grand total of two days before she did something idiotic like use a credit card or a passport to jump on a plane back home. Hell, even if she just called, they'd be on it like white on rice ~~pun not intended~~. "N'even if she turns out to not be a complete git like yourself, think that'll stop him? Any of them? M'sure she'll be totally comfortable with having her mum executed on account of you."

Paladins had sat on Sam and Consuelo's place for a week before they were finally killed. Probably starving them, torturing them, trying to get them to spill where he was, or waiting for him to call. He'd been careful, too - made sure it was information they didn't even know. For their own safety.

Fat load of good it'd done them.

All that, and he was just some stupid kid who'd never done anything. David was on their radar for robbing banks. He'd probably taken Vatican money somewhere along the line by accident, with his luck. Why did he still think he was exempt from the war? On account of not liking it? Idiot--

Griffin punched him straight in the face while he was distracting himself with trying uselessly to Jump back home.

"None of them are going to get hurt because of this!" It was said for his own benefit, nothing more. He knew that, no matter what he may say against him, Griffin was right. They'd been drawn in to it the moment that David had gone back to see her. If he'd just carried on moving, she would've been safe now.

On the same token though, she now knew everything. And despite that, she hadn't turned her back on him. Not since the last fight with Roland. There wasn't anything he could do now, even if he'd been back in their world at this very moment.

Another hit, and there was the taste of fresh blood. Seething by now, David dived forward again, his fists punching wildly. "I could've fixed this if you'd just let me get on with it. If you hadn't got in the way-" He blamed Griffin, at that point. He was only one of the three he could really get his hands on right then. One of the three that shared the responsibility in his eyes. On was still trapped in their own world. One was the Jumper who stood before him. And the last- Well, he was already beating himself up over the entire situation from the moment he'd arrived.

"Yes. They are." Everyone had to make sacrifices. It went without saying, this time.

"Me? I got in the way? That's rich. What, exactly, did I stop you from doin'? Other than gettin' killed, I mean. Not that m'not wondering why the fuck I bothered, now." Really, if he hadn't followed Roland to that shitty little town where David's girlfriend was staying, ten quid said the bastard would have died right quick in the Colosseum. He really did practically throw himself at Paladin traps. "And you--"

He got caught this time - the heel of his shoe filling with sand during his attempt to step backwards out of the way of David's fists, and it threw him off balance long enough for a hit to land right upside the face. He Jumped away, kicking up sand everywhere in David's field of vision.

That punch had been hard.

It only took him a few seconds of stumbling down the city's main street, holding a hand over his eye to spot what he was looking for - and Jump into the front seat of a fast car. Before the driver even figured out he had company, Griffin dumped it right back into the desert room, hopefully on top of David.

He wouldn't let them- No, he didn't want to let them get hurt. Not any more than they already had been by him dragging Millie away from them in the first place.

"You didn't care about what happened to either of us, so why didn't you just leave us alone? You didn't need to follow me." There was a look of grim satisfaction as Griffin stumbled back. But it was short lived at the Jump that followed. Especially at the arrival of Griffin's...weapon.

He'd never been happier to be a Jumper, at that precise moment. As the car flew toward him at breakneck speeds, David Jumped on instinct. Back home, his place of refuge had been the library. And here, it wasn't any different. For those few brief seconds, David stood amidst the shelves of book, his mind trying to catch up with what just happened.

Seconds later though, he was back in the desert room again, a short distance away from the mess of twisted vehicle that lay smoking in the distance. Some small part of him knew he should've been checking on the driver. But the rest of him, the part that still knew he was in danger, was looking round for the other man again.

Really, he'd been following David so he could do his own thing when he finally managed to flush out the Paladins. Griffin had been disappointed (and a little shocked) to find that only two of them ended up showing, but in retrospect that was probably his mum at work. He still got the information he needed out of the one he didn't kill on the spot, so it wouldn't have been a total bust if David's hadn't been such a dumbass.

He'd dug his own grave, as far as Griffin was concerned; the only problem Griffin had with it was that now he was trying to drag Griffin down into it with him. He'd struggled too damn hard to survive so far, and he didn't need to die on account of some idiot who felt himself entitled to information and consideration and protecting from complete strangers just because they happened to have one thing in common.

Griffin only spared the driver half a glance - face mushed up against the airbag, he was definitely out... but still breathing. There wasn't any blood, so-- well, Griffin didn't really stick around to see anything else. He knew it would be useless to search for David's jump scar amidst the smoke and sand, so he counted himself incredibly lucky when he spotted a black man-shape in the distance of the otherwise flat expanse of desert. Must've pissed the guy off enough to get him to stop running, finally. Good.

Griffin stumbled out of the car and Jumped a scant few feet away David, trying to tackle him from behind.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, David took a step toward the wreckage. A bad move. He was turning by the time Griffin tackled him, though it wasn't fast enough. Falling over in the momentum of the tackle, David aimed another punch at his attacker, wanting to- He wasn't sure anymore. Was it to escape, or was it to hurt him? Maybe it was both.

He made another jump again; this time in to the forest. It wasn't the smartest of ideas. Not by a long shot. Where he found an advantage in being able to grab ahold of that fallen branch, he doubted it would be something reserved for him alone. And where he tried to use it to hit the other Jumper with it, David was sure that this was only going to make things worse.

But despite all that, he'd still gone ahead with it all. By this point, he just wanted to knock the other Jumper out. He'd had enough.

Griffin had the feeling David would be waiting with something on the other side of the jump scar, but he didn't really have much a choice except to go through. If he didn't, he'd have no idea where the guy wandered off to, after all. He wasn't ready to let this go yet, he still had a lot of aggression boiling beneath the surface that he wanted to work off.

Running a hand over his face and taking a deep breath, he braced for whatever and on the other side and ran through.

All he had time to bite out as he saw a branch coming his way was "shi--" before he turned and it cracked him in the shoulder. Giving a pained grunt, he Jumped back 50 feet, grabbing at his arm for a second to make sure it wasn't dislocated or broken. Gritting his teeth through the sudden pain, he Jumped in front of David again. Grabbing onto the other end of the branch he kicked out, aiming for a knee. A hard enough blow, and David would be equally handicapped.

David wasn't going anywhere. Not until he'd gotten Griffin off of his back, somehow. And if that meant putting up with this fight, then he would. They couldn't keep doing this forever, afterall. And besides, a large part of him still wanted this to happen. He wasn't giving up yet.

There was a short-lived smirk as the branch made contact. Short-lived because seconds later, David was on one knee, a loud grunt of pain escaping him as his leg gave out. He wouldn't let go of the branch though, even as he hunched forward. He still had one good leg, once he could muster up the drive to use it again.

He gave a sharp tug on the branch, using it to help pull himself back up again. A limp, and a screwed up expression of pain, before he was jumping back a few feet...and stumbling in the undergrowth.

[ooc: Feel free to start ~~beating the s*it out of him~~ releasing the tension, any time. 8D]

Over the years, Griffin had faced down bigger, badder people than David Rice, with worse injuries than one clobbered shoulder and a quickly blackening eye. (Though that was going to be a bitch and a half to deal with for the next few days.)

David may have been taller, sure~~, damnit~~. Stronger... probably. He definitely wasn't out of shape or anything. But good at fighting?

Not particularly.

Griffin, on the other hand, very much was. He dropped the branch and Jumped behind David again, hooking his left foot around the ankle of his (now) bad leg and yanking it backwards to take it completely out from under the guy. Before he could even go down, Griffin shoved one of his palms hard right into David's kidney, ensuring the fact that he'd be effectively paralyzed with pain so he could take his sweet time kicking the shit out of the other Jumper's ribs.

Like hell the bastard hadn't had this coming since the day they met.

[ooc: 8D Griffin appreciates this v. much. ♥ ~~I-I MEAN~~]

Yet again, instinct took over. But not in the way he would've liked. A series of badly timed Jumps kept him from escaping the other man as they finally ended up back on the roof of the building again.

Curling up, his hands held tightly around his midsection, trying in vain to protect himself. If he had the strength to clean up without drowning himself later, he'd be amazed. (A part of him already knew that this wouldn't go as far as Griffin actually killing him. Even if the chance came up.)

"Sto-" He took a pained lungful of air, feeling the burning sensation of bruised muscles trying to work. "Griffin! Fuck."

[ooc: Whhhy doesn't that come as a surprise? XD;;]

He stops, mid kick, and takes a step back. Doesn't look at David, but rather runs a hand over his face and fidgets there for a moment before Jumping away.

He's got a cigarette halfway out of its pack, jittery from the powerful adrenaline rush that'd been brought on by the white hot rage he'd just worked out all over David's ribcage, before he hesitated. Stared at the cigarette for a few dozen seconds, finally opting to mutter to himself and drop it to the ground.

Jumped back to the rooftop.

Leaned over to grab the lapels of David's jacket, lifting his upper body off the ground a scant few inches and Jumping him to the hospital entrance. "Good fuckin' luck," he muttered, dropping him back down and then leaving.

[ooc: E-er, hope that's alright! I figure he had to get the Vicodin prescription from somewhere...]

It was a look of pure relief that crossed his face as the kicks stopped coming. Staying tightly curled up, he risked opening his eyes, only to watch as Griffin disappeared. He rolled on to his back, slowly, carefully stretching his legs back out. It hurt, but he knew he couldn't just lay there and wait for the pain to go away.

About ready to Jump himself back home, that idea went straight out of the window as Griffin appeared once again. He was starting to try and shuffle away as the other Jumper reached out to grab him. And then he was being Jumped, again.

The hospital?

Frowning at the muttered words, he looked up, blinking up at the now empty space. If Griffin had been so set on beating him up, why had he taken him somewhere to get help? Something told him he wouldn't be getting the answer to that for a long, long time.

[ooc: It's all good! He'd only just steal them otherwise. 8D]

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